Tao An dreamed of Zhang Dai.
The Self-ordered Translation of Tao An's Dream Memories
Dao 'an country was destroyed, and there was no return, and it went into the mountains as a savage. In the past, seeing it was like a poisonous beast, and you were afraid to meet it. Write your own poems, and every time you want to quote them. Because the Book of Chambers is not finished, it still depends on the rest of the world. However, the bottle of millet was exhausted repeatedly, and it was impossible to raise the fire. I just know, Shouyang parents starve to death and don't eat Zhou Su, or later generations of makeup. When you are hungry, you are good at pen and ink. Because I thought the ancients grew up to be kings. Thanks, it's quite luxurious. Today, I got this award. Pay attention to the skull with a hat, pay attention to the heel with a hairpin, and retaliate with shoes; Reward autumn with bitter fruit, reward Zhu with bitter fruit, and revenge is light and warm; Reward meat with huo, return food with Jia, and hate sweetness; Reward the bed with recommendations, pillow with stones, and complain with gentleness; Report the fulcrum with a rope, report it with an urn, and hold a grudge; Smoke for your eyes, shit for your nose, and Qiu; Pay back the road, pay back the shoulder with the bag, and follow the enemy. All kinds of crimes are seen in all kinds of results. The rooster crows at the pillow, and the night wind returns. Because I miss Yu's life, I am prosperous and beautiful, and my eyes are empty. In the past 50 years, I have a dream. Today, when millet is ripe and the car arrives at the ant nest, how to digest it? Yao Si's past, I remember it as a book, holding Buddha and repenting one by one. Different ages, different chronologies; Regardless of the category, don't aim too high. Once in a while, I will take a trip to the old road, meet an old friend and meet people in this city, and I will be complacent. It's true that you can't dream until you're an idiot. Once upon a time, there was a porter in Xiling who carried wine for people. He slipped and broke the urn, but he was unable to pay for it. He sat there and thought, "It's good to have a dream!" "A poor scholar tried Chinese style in a rural area before going to the Ming Road banquet. Suddenly, he felt that this was not true. He bit his arm and said, "Is it a dream? "Dreaming, lest it is not a dream, and lest it is a dream, is an idiot. I had a big dream today, and I am still dreaming. It is difficult to change the name and heart of a scholar because of sighing his name, just as Handan's dream was shattered, the bell rang, and Lu Sheng left a legacy, thinking of copying and expanding the two kings and spreading them to future generations. Its name is a bit rooted, as strong as a relic, and it is fierce to rob the fire, but it still burns.
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I couldn't find my home after the country was destroyed. Long hair into the mountains is as terrible as a savage. When an old friend saw me, he was frightened and held his breath, afraid to contact me. I wrote "Self-Poetry" and always wanted to commit suicide, but because my book "The Book of Chambers" was not finished, I lived on earth. However, the rice jar is often empty and it is impossible to make a fire for cooking. Only then did I know that Boyi and Shu Qi starved to death in shouyangshan. Later generations said that the Zhou Dynasty did not eat grain, which was exaggerated and whitewashed.
I still like to write some articles when I am hungry. Therefore, I think I grew up in a big family with Xie and lived a rich and luxurious life. Now I get this retribution: I wear a bamboo hat as my head retribution and sandals as my heel retribution, because I used to enjoy gorgeous crown shoes; Wear patchwork clothes as the retribution for wearing fur, and fine linen as the retribution for taking coarse kudzu cloth, because I used to wear light and warm clothes. Eating bean leaves as the retribution for eating meat and coarse grains as the retribution for eating rice, because the national costume is too fat and sweet; Sleeping on a straw mat is the reward for sleeping on a warm mattress, and the pillow stone is the reward for sleeping on a soft pillow, because I used to live in a gentle land; Use rope pivot as a reward for excellent household pivot, and use urn as a reward for bright window, because the former residence is too bright in Gao Shuang; Smoke is retribution for the eyes, and dung odor is retribution for the nose, because the sense of smell and vision have enjoyed enough fragrance before; Trekking is the retribution of feet, and carrying bags is the retribution of shoulders, because too many bearers take off. All kinds of crimes in the past can be seen in all kinds of results today.
Hearing the chicken chirping on the pillow, the breath of quiet night was restored. So I thought, in this life, my splendor vanished in the blink of an eye, and fifty years of life will always be just a dream. Now I should wake up from the dream of Huang Sorghum. My horses and chariots have just returned from the ant nest. How can I entertain myself on this day? Remember the distant past, write it down as soon as you think of it, and take it to the Buddha to confess. What is written is not in chronological order, so it is different from the chronology; It is also not arranged by category, so it is different from the branch forest. Occasionally, I will take out one to have a look, as if I have been to a place I have been before and met an old friend. Although the castle is still there and people are gone, I feel gratified for myself. This can really be said to be impossible in front of idiots.
There used to be a porter in Xiling who accidentally fell and broke the jar when he was picking out wine for someone. It is estimated that there is no compensation. I sat for a long time and thought, "If only I had a dream!" " "There is a poor scholar, passed the juren exam, is attending the banquet. He suddenly felt that this was not true and bit his arm and said, "Stop dreaming!" " "The same is true of dreams. One is afraid that it is not a dream, and the other is even a dream, but they are all the same idiots.
I have a big dream now, and I will wake up soon, but I am still writing something. I am talking in my sleep again. Therefore, a scholar who sighs a little cleverness and likes to be famous is always difficult to change. Just like Lu Sheng in Huang Liang's "Awakening from a Dream", it was already dawn and the bell had rung, but before he died, he wanted to spread his calligraphy of "Two Kings on the Bed" to future generations. Therefore, this well-known root seedling, although it can't be burned with the fire that destroys the world, is as strong as a relic.
2. Translation of "Memories of Dreams" [Ming] Zhang Anguo broke and did not return.
Furred into the mountains, he is a savage. I used to see it like a poisonous beast, and I dare not meet it.
Every time I write a poem, I want to draw a conclusion, because the book "Stone Room" has not been finished yet, so I still have to rely on the world. However, the bottle of millet has been used up repeatedly, so it is impossible to make a fire.
Only then did I know that the first Yang and the second old man starved to death and didn't eat them, which was still a point of comment for later generations. It is extravagant to think that people in the past grew up in Xie Wang. Today, the result paid off: I lost my skull with my hat, my heel with my donkey, and avenged myself; Reward autumn with bitter fruit, reward Zhu with bitter fruit, and revenge is light and warm; Reward meat with huo, return food with Jia, and hate sweetness; Reward a recommendation, a pillow, a stone and a gentle hatred; Report the fulcrum with a rope, report it with an urn, and hold a grudge; Smoke for your eyes, shit for your nose, and Qiu; Pay back the road, pay back the shoulder with the bag, and follow the enemy.
All kinds of crimes are seen in all kinds of results. The rooster crows at the pillow, and the night wind returns.
Because I miss Yu's life, I am prosperous and beautiful, and I have dreamed for fifty years. Today, when millet is mature and spinning ant nests, how to digest it? Yao thought about the past, recorded it as a book, asked questions before the Buddha, and confessed one by one.
Different ages, different chronologies; No matter what kind, don't "Zhi Lin". Draw one occasionally, such as wandering the old road, seeing an old friend and a city dweller, and becoming complacent.
It's true that you can't dream until you're an idiot. Once upon a time, there was a porter in Xiling who was carrying wine for people, slipped and broke its urn.
I can't afford it, so I just sit there and think, "I wish I had a dream!" " "A poor scholar tried Chinese style in a rural area before going to the Ming Road banquet. Suddenly, he was in shock and said to himself, "Is it a dream? "Dreaming, lest it is not a dream, and lest it is a dream, is an idiot. I had a big dream today, and I am still dreaming.
Because of sighing for the literati, fame and fortune are hard to change, politics is like the dream of Handan, and Zhong You and Lu Sheng are left behind, and they still want to copy the couch and two kings for future generations. Its name is a bit rooted, as strong as a relic, and it is fierce to rob the fire, but it still burns.
—— Selected from the Guangxu Edition of Anthology of Tianku, Tao An was ruined and homeless. Long hair went deep into the mountains and became a savage with a terrible shape.
As soon as my relatives and friends saw me, they all looked at me in surprise, as if they had seen a poisonous beast and were afraid to contact me. I have written "self-poems" and tried to commit suicide many times, but I still live on earth because I haven't finished writing "The Book of Chambers".
But there is often no rice in the urn, so it is impossible to cook to satisfy hunger. Only then did I understand that Boyi and Shu Qi's parents really starved to death in shouyangshan, saying that they didn't want to eat Zhou Su was an exaggeration and whitewash of later generations.
From this, I thought I grew up in Wang and Xie's family and lived a luxurious life. Today, I got this kind of retribution: taking bamboo hat as the head and sandals as the heel to compare with the gorgeous crown and shoes I enjoyed before; Take clothes as retribution for wearing fur and linen as retribution for taking gingerbread, compared with the previous light and warm clothes; Taking bean leaves as the retribution for eating meat and coarse grains as the retribution for polished rice, the habit is opposite to the previous food; Take grass as a warm mattress reward and stone as a soft pillow reward, which is used to oppose gentle things; Take the rope pivot as the retribution of the superior household pivot and the urn as the retribution of the bright window, which is used to dry Gao Shuang's bedroom; Smoke is the retribution of the eyes, and dung odor is the retribution of the nose, which is used to enjoy the fragrance instead of the previous enjoyment; Trekking is retribution for feet, carrying bags is retribution for shoulders, and it was opposite to the former sedan chair servants. All kinds of crimes in the past can be seen in all kinds of results today.
Hearing the crowing of the chickens on the pillow, the pure and quiet mood has just recovered. Therefore, when I look back on my life, my prosperity disappears in the blink of an eye. For fifty years, it has been just a dream.
Now that the pipe is cooked and the car is back from the nest, how should we spend the day? I can only remember the distant past, write it down as soon as I remember it, and take it to the Buddha to confess. What is written is not in chronological order, so it is different from the chronology; Nor are they arranged by category to distinguish them from branch forests.
Occasionally, I will take out one to have a look, as if I have been to a place I have been before and met an old friend. Although the castle is still there and no one is there, I am very happy alone. I'm such an idiot that I never dreamed of.
There used to be a porter in Xiling who picked out wine for people. He accidentally fell and broke the jar. It is estimated that there is no compensation, so I sat for a long time and thought, "just dream!" " Another poor scholar has passed the juren examination and is attending a banquet in Ming Road. Suddenly, thinking it was not true, he bit his arm and said, "Stop dreaming!" " "The same is true of dreams. One is afraid that it is not a dream, and the other is even a dream, but they are just like idiots.
I'm about to wake up from my big dream now, but I'm still playing tricks. This is talking in my sleep again. Therefore, it is difficult to change the reputation of a scholar who sighs with wisdom, just like when the dream of Handan was coming to an end and the dawn was coming, Lu Sheng wanted to spread the calligraphy of the two kings on his couch to future generations.
Therefore, its name root is as strong as a relic, and it can't be burned even if it is robbed and burned.
3. Zhang Dai's Dream of Tao An means "They are all idiots".
Original text:
Once upon a time, there was a porter in Xiling. He was carrying wine for people, but he slipped and broke his urn. He can't afford the money. He sat there and thought, "It's good to have a dream!" "A poor scholar tried Chinese style in a rural area before going to the Ming Road banquet. Suddenly, he felt that this was not true. He bit his arm and said, "Is it a dream? "Dreaming, lest it is not a dream, and lest it is a dream, is an idiot.
Translation:
There used to be a porter in Xiling who carried wine for others. When he was walking, he accidentally fell down and broke the jar. Thinking that he could not make up for it, he sat for a long time and thought, "If only it were a dream!" " Another poor scholar took the provincial exam and won the prize. He's going to a banquet in Ming Road. He vaguely thought it was not true and bit his arm and said, "Are you dreaming?" It's just a dream, one is not a dream, the other is a dream, but they are all idiots.